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Archived Applications / Knight Stormheart
« on: 04/12/2012 at 09:48 »
Application for Salem Institute
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name:
Knighthaniel Stormheart
Birthday:
September 27, 1921
Hometown:
Forks, Washington
Bloodline:
Pureblood, but he's really (secretly) a Halfblood.
Magical Strength (pick one):
Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration
Year (pick two):
Fifth or Sixth (preferred)
Biography:
I came from the family of Stormheart. Well, if you don't know us, great! You're lucky. But for those who've heard about our family, you know how dangerous we are: Our family is made up of pureblooded wizards only, from our ancestors to me, and we're what those lowlifes call "elitists" or "purists," who are well-known for being the best (and don't you dare contradict this) in offensive spells and hexes.
I was raised to be the heir of my family, the successor of my grandfather, a great and powerful wizard. Which means, of course, that I have plenty of potential to be as feared and brilliant as he.
I used to not hate Muggles, because Father never said a word against them. And I followed suit. Until the day when I was eight, while I was wandering around Muggle London while Father was in the Leaky Cauldron. I'd saved a Muggle boy from a speeding car using magic, the kind I had not yet learned to control fully and only went along with my instincts. The car, the driver, and the Muggle were fine. But instead of thanking me for saving him, he got scared and began cursing me, then ran away.
That's when I developed a trauma of sorts for Muggles (and Muggleborns too), and started to hate them. Filthy, ungrateful lowlifes.
There's no glory in repeating what others have done before. I have this goal to impress my grandfather and prove to him that I'm worthy of being the heir of our family. Even though I go against the family reputation concerning spells: I am more adept at defensive and rebounding ones. But even if I'm advanced in everything (as Grandfather always says), I hate duels and any other way of using magic in fighting. It's not worth my time.
Starting a new life in Salem is hard for me. I'm not really good in socialized, and thus, don't have friends. People think that I'm snobbish and haughty, which contributes to that, along with having Stormheart as a last name. But who cares? I'm the Stormheart Heir! I don't need people to like me!
But then everything changed when I turned 16. I found out that my blood was not as pure as I thought it was. There's a secret my Father didn't tell me about my mother. My real mother. My father had said that she died when I was a baby, which is why I looked nothing like my parents, except for the eyes. (I was pretty much the splitting image of my real mother.)
This summer, before camp, I found a photo of my father and a woman who resembled me. I felt cheated. Sort of.
I was able to get up the courage to talk with Father about it, and he looked like he was about to cry. I felt numb; it was the first time I'd ever seen my father in tears.
He then told me the truth. The painful, terrible, horrible truth.
My real mother was not a witch... but a Muggle.
I was speechless.
Father told me about his agreement with Grandfather: that he would let me live, and carry the Stormheart name and legacy, on the condition that my father never see Mother again.
Father said that he'd disagreed at first, but then Mother told him it was okay; that he should take care of me, because she loves us both. No matter what.
I decided then to look for my mother, but Grandfather suddenly declared that I be sent to summer camp. I was numb again; I wanted – no, needed to find my real mother! I can't just go to some camp crawling with imbeciles and other such people! I needed answers!
I was broody, even as the house elves started packing my bags for me. I wanted to snap at them to stop it; I didn't want to go. But before I could, Father gave me a ring. It was thin, sleek, and silver, with a sapphire stone. As blue as my mother's eyes. He said it was mother's engagement ring, which she'd given back to Father on Grandfather's condition.
"She wanted you to have it."
That's what my father said, and I treasured those words. And the ring, which I slipped into the other, thicker silver ring on my finger; the ring with the Stormheart crest engraves on it; the symbol of the Stormheart heir.
Immediately, I felt happier. I would find Mother soon. Before school started again. I had to. I would.
(Little did I know that my inheritance would be taken away from me if any of my relatives discovered that I, in fact, am a halfblood.)
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
Society Request: Knight
Personality: Snobbish. Loner; doesn't like crowds. Nice to fellow pureblood elitists. Deep down inside, he's very protective of those he treasures and is close to.
Appearance: Due to being Filipino-American, he has a head of thick, wavy, black hair, has very-dark-brown-that-appears-black eyes, and stands at 5'8" tall.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to the Sample Roleplay below.
The Muggle-American Civil War.
Hmph. Pathetic.
So what if the Muggle-Americans had a war against each other? Some Muggles died, and the rest lived on to tell the tale through history books.
Boring.
Hm, even his partner's bored with the whole subject matter. If only the professor had given them a more interesting topic, then maybe Knight may have felt more up researching for it.
The page the Stormheart heir was currently gazing unseeingly at was the same one from a few moments ago. Perhaps he'd already fallen asleep with his eyes closed due to indifference? Or pure boredom?
At least the propped-up hand against his cheek was holding his head up. The wood of the table looked pretty hard...
There was a loud thump nearby, and Knight blinked. He glanced curiously towards the boy sitting beside him, wondering what was up.
"How about I write the essay and stuff? You can just put your name on it. Sound good?"
The curiosity disappeared from the boy's seemingly-black eyes, and his lips set into a thin, decisive line.
"No. It does not 'sound good' at all." The raised hand fell flatly, silently, against the desk. The thick ring bearing the Stormheart crest in his ring finger made an almost soundless thunk against the hard wood.
Knight disliked having other people do certain things for him. He wasn't that useless!
"I want to help, and not just by putting my name on this essay. Even if it's really not that interesting a topic, I'll still help you. Don't question me, don't doubt me, and don't think I'm not good enough to get this paper done. Understood?"
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